Is That a Threat or a Promise
Hey guys! Now that I’m out of school, I’ll be able to write more. I hope you guys enjoy this little thing that I’ve been laughing about for the past two days (it’s really not funny) and just now got around to writing down.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin! Reader
You couldn’t stand Draco Malfoy. That was just a fact of life for you. Both of you shot sarcastic/ flirty comments back and forth and tried to make the other angry. Sure you two were in the same house, but that didn’t make him less annoying. Despite the fact that he annoyed the piss out of you, you still watched him discreetly from across the common room because he was just so damn attractive. Tonight was no different.
The blond stood in front of his two ‘friends’ Crabbe and Goyle going on and on about how Harry Potter was the bane of his existence causing you to look up from your book. You rolled your eyes, continuing to watch him scrunch up his face in disgust. A dry laugh escaped you and he turned to look at you, cold, grey eyes cutting into your own (E/C) ones. He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Is something funny, (L/N)?” He asked, pointedly. You opened your book again.
“Nothing at all,” You said, matching his tone. He snorted; you smirked to yourself because you knew that ignoring him pissed him off.
“Is that so?” You glanced up from the words on the page.
“Well, I was just beginning to wonder if you really hate Harry at all,” You said. He reeled back, a hand coming to rest on his chest in offence. Crabbe and Goyle gave you menacing looks.
“Are you jealous, (L/N)?” He asked, recovering quickly. Closing your book gently, you leaned back into the couch serenely.
“Of course not. I’d really hate to stand in the way of true love.” The blond glared angrily at you as you smiled calmly at him. Your calm was one of the best ways you’d ever found to get him going. His pale face was beginning to tint red in anger.
“Please, you just don’t want to admit that you’re hopelessly in love with me. Who could blame you, really?” He jeered. Hopelessly in love wasn’t exactly the phrase you would use; it was closer to odd attraction.
“Oh, yes, I’m so in love with the little boy who goes running to daddy whenever he doesn’t like something,” You laughed, crossing one leg over the other. Draco set his eyes into a steely glare that made you shiver internally. You just kept your gaze locked on his, unwilling to be the loser of the staredown.
“Shut up,” He growled. You smirked as he glared harder.
“Are you going to make me or will it be your little bodyguards?” You asked. The larger boys behind him cracked their knuckles at you.
“Watch yourself, (L/N),” Draco warned. You stared at him, blinked once, then began to look yourself over. Twisting and turning in your seat, you attempted to look at all the parts of your body that you could.
“That’s awfully hard; maybe you ought to do it for me,” You said, sassily.
“And take time from my busy schedule to look after you?” He laughed, nastily. You rolled your eyes.
“You don’t seem to have too much trouble watching me all the way through potions,” You fired back, looking back down at your book. A pale hand tore it away from you.
“I’m just trying to make sure that you don’t blow us all up. You’re terrible at potions.” You gave him an unimpressed look, reaching for your book.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” You grumbled, still reaching for your book.
“Are you going to make me?” He asked, holding it above his head.
“Yeah, I will.” You jumped for it, hitting the ground unsuccessful.
“What? Are you going to kiss me?” He asked, curling his lips into a feline smile. You glared harshly at him.
“If it shuts you up, I just might,” You warned, pressing your chest to his. That infuriating smile stayed in place. He obviously thought he was winning.
“Is that a threat or a promise, (L/N)?” He asked.
Without thinking, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to you, fusing your lips together. He only struggled for a second or so before his hands came to rest on your hips. In the meantime, your hands ran themselves through his hair. You nipped his bottom lip, letting your tongue dart out to sooth when Draco grunted. The two of you kissed for a minute or so before you pulled back, his lips chasing yours as you did. You smirked at him and took you book.
“A promise,” You purred, walking towards the girls dorms and leaving him to blush and fish for his next argument. You’d definitely be doing that again.